I'd love to live in Delhi. I'd eat a chicken vindaloo every fucking day, smoke it up with the Sadhus, and see about these ethereal Djinns that rule ovI'd love to live in Delhi. I'd eat a chicken vindaloo every fucking day, smoke it up with the Sadhus, and see about these ethereal Djinns that rule over the cities unconsciousness. ...more
I always imagine Will Self to be standing in the narrow alleyways of the city observing anything that is odd, bizarre or grotesque and then scuttling I always imagine Will Self to be standing in the narrow alleyways of the city observing anything that is odd, bizarre or grotesque and then scuttling back to his abode to churn out brilliant prose delving into those parts of the consciousness where other writers fear to tread. The common thread running through this collection of stories is what if there is a limited amount of sanity in the world and the real reason people go mad is to maintain a kind of status quo. I know it sounds like the most pretentious shit you've ever heard but in the hands of a great writer ...more
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